Chapter 14/ Intuition Part 1

I think I found hell

Think I found something

I think I found something in my TV screen

I think I found out

That I have nothing

That I have nothing in this place for me

The alarm clock read 2:36AM when Freddie last checked it. He didn't even want to see how much time had passed since. He'd been awake for a couple hours or so—some people say that drunks get the best sleep. Well, not Freddie. Alcohol has a different effect on him than others. Instead of numbing his brain into submission—it makes him think. It takes his brain into overdrive—often forcing him to find solutions to many different scenarios. Some many say it kind of makes him paranoid—others say; it makes him brilliant.

Tonight though, it brought the logical side of him.

He turned and faced Sam, who was sleeping soundly by his side. He knew she previously had a rough day and him, coming home like a mindless drunk didn't help at all. He felt sincerely sorry for his wild actions—but he didn't regret them. He honestly missed having a little fun on his own.

Pervious to the Carly and Adam incident; his life made sense. He led a completely different lifestyle to the one he does now. He had the fame and the glory—he partied with his friends like he had all the money in the world—often going to public events to promote the company and interest any potential investors. New York was his lifeline—Adam frequently sent him to their second base of headquarters to manage and make sure it ran smoothly. None the less, he loved it there; the parties, the people, the atmosphere. Everything—it felt like a place he belong—a place where he could spend the rest of his life in serenity.

But in the end he knew the only place he could truly call home was Seattle—New York was a fixture of the life he wished he had; merely a fantasy among a harsh reality.

Freddie sat up against the cold brick wall which played as a part of the beds back frame, and sighed in defeat. No matter how hard he tried he couldn't figure out the whole mysterious puzzle Adam left behind when he died. Freddie didn't even realize there was one until the aftermath of that whole mess.

He ran his fingers through his head and as the blanket fell off his upper body. What was he supposed to do? Who was he supposed to trust? These were all the unanswered questions ringing in his head. A part of him wanted to escape back to New York and simply walk away from it all. But he could never do that. He could never leave Sam behind—he could never give up on what he's worked so hard for.

It was his dream—how could he just walk away from that?

The answer was simple. He couldn't

"Sam." He whispered softly into the morning air. He didn't plan to wake her, just wanted to see if she, like him, was awake. After a few moments of silence and no response—he figured she was out like a lamp and needed her sleep. From that moment, as swiftly and quietly as he could, he threw the bed covers off him and slid out of bed.

It had been a long day—a long eventful day for both of them.

The day had started in mistake and ended in mistake—at least on his behalf. He walked over to the bathroom where he threw some cold water in his face and stared at his reflection in utter defeat. Parts of his bangs were wet and clinging to his skin as droplets of water dripping down his face. He breathed in and out but continued to glare into the eyes of his reflection.

To him, he was staring back at the shell of his former self. It was almost as if couldn't recognize himself.

…

He made his way to the living room and sat down on the couch after turning the lamp on from the side. The room was dim and quiet—just the way he liked it. It felt like he could think clearly for the first time in weeks.

Freddie sighed but remained sitting there transfixed in some sort of deep thought. He was desperately searching for a way to make sense of the prior events in his life.

Finding no success in that after a little while, he decided it was best to begin with what he knew—what he had observed during the time Carly and Adam were still alive.

From what he remembered he recalled Adam being more jumpy in the last couple of months of his life. Adam was a calm and collected guy—that is unless you pissed him off. In which he would turn into the polar opposite of what he was normally like. He was some sort of genius ninja in their industry. He had these insane manipulation and persuasive powers which came in very handy in their times of need. Adam had indeed come from a very wealthy and powerful family—but upon entering business with Freddie, he changed his last name in order be sure his success didn't come with his father's title. Instead he took his mother's maiden name and built an empire from scratch.

If he thought about it; that was all Freddie ever really knew about Adam's family.

His father and most of his family with the exception of his mother and his close sister, Emily, had attended his and Carly's wedding. It was strange, but Adam wasn't bothered by it. He had once told Freddie he and his father were complete opposites and they never really got along on a personal level.

But that was all he knew about them.

About a two months or so before his death, Adam had gotten an estranged call from his father. It wasn't pretty—the conversation was filled with threats and anger—about what? God knows. All he knew was that after that call—after that day, Adam hadn't been the same.

Freddie sighed and tried to further relax on the couch. The lack of answers he was getting from his memory proved to be irritating him—it seemed as if more questions were popping up than being answered.

When did my life turn so crazy? How did I get here? He asked himself.

Freddie tried to remember the last conversation he had with either Adam or Carly, but his mind refused to work. With all the prior events and the mystery that had become his life being bottled up in his mind—he had somehow forgotten.

And then suddenly—almost out of nowhere he was frustrated with himself. I should've noticed—I should've done something—said something, god. He thought to himself while running his hands through his hair. Maybe I could've prevented this… Adam was off his game—but when I asked him he said he was fine. I-I should've pushed it outta him—I should've…

He had nothing left to say. God if I could go back in time… Freddie sighed and leaned against the back of the couch in some sort of frustration. Right now, he could only find himself to blame.

As he sat there, he tired to remember anything that popped out or was strange that had happened before the accident. But all he got was Adam being unusually jumpy, and his father calling him… but that was mainly it.

Freddie felt so useless in that moment that he cursed at himself as he threw his head back almost against the wall. Why can't I figure anything out? All he knew that he could do was to find S.U.R.I before anyone else would.

God knows what could happen if that program got in the wrong hands.

…

He didn't know how he got there. All he knew was he got in his car and drove, and along the way he ended up there. Freddie parked the car on the cobble driveway and looked up at the large white house before him with a puzzling mind.

The structure stood tall and proud in front of him, and the more Freddie peered up at it, the more secrets and lies it seemed to hold. Truth was Freddie knew Adam held a lot of things from him as they created the company, but he didn't know they'd be so prominent to get him and Carly killed. It was all mess, his life was all a mess, and he was going to take action. Freddie was tired of sitting back when life was kicking him. And when it came to the safety of Emma and Sam, he would stop at nothing.

Freddie got out of the car locking it behind him as he took out the key to the grand front entrance and unlocked the door in one easy swift movement. Inside was dark and empty, pretty much like he expected until he turned the lights on and the whole floor was engulfed in light.

He walked through the house quietly, setting his key's on the small table next to the front door. He had often remembered Adam talking about how everything was safe in this house, and now that he thought about it; Freddie remembered him saying that a lot. Like it was some sort of code for something that he wasn't getting.

Maybe it did mean something. Freddie thought as he walked down the hall to the new study he and Sam had assembled earlier. Surely there wouldn't be anything in the new furniture for they had just bought everything a few days before, but there was still one thing he hadn't checked. The closet.

Freddie pulled out the closet door that bent and stood to the side on it's own. Inside there was nothing but a unopened few cardboard boxes and some useless storage. Nothing out of the ordinary. His heart dropped in disappointment as he stared down in closet. What was I expecting to find? He asked himself as he then slid the door back close and slumped into the new office chair nearby. He closed his eyes in defeat and rested there for a moment, that is until the heard the crash that made his blood run cold.

He froze instantly where he stood and turned his head out the door as shock ran through him.

He was not alone.

Freddie, after getting over his initial blow, his brain went into survival mode, critically thinking and calculating a smart way to face this. He slowly and silently made his way towards the back of the office and dug through a full box, desperately looking for something to help defend himself. Inside he found a long fire iron set and his heart leaped in joy as he slid it out of it's holder and positioned it in front of himself as he began his resend down the hall and into the direction from where the sound was coming from.

And there it was again, another useless, spine chilling crash coming from the back family room of the large house.

Freddie didn't breathe as he made his way through the house, the fire iron protectively poisoned in front of his body. He was ready for anything. His heart was racing wildly in his chest as he silently walked across the wooden floor boards. He wanted to say something—he wanted to so desperately to shout and scare who ever it was away. But he knew the person was too smart to do so—who ever it was, they weren't harmless and Freddie knew that. He took a deep breathe as he reached the corner of the hallway that turned into the family room; where the intruder was.

He peaked around the corner hesitantly to get a better view of who it was, and then probably get a better understand of what his chances were against him so he could make his decision to run and call the cops or fight. "God damn it." The man cursed as he thrashed and went through the house's belongings. From the back, Freddie saw a tall figure—but he was lanky—and surprisingly wearing a suit.

Not very burglary. He thought.

Freddie frowned and then almost without thinking he took a step forward and revealed himself. At first the intruder didn't notice the presence of another man, but once he turned around looking for another spot to raid, he froze just like Freddie had in his place. Freddie frowned back at the man in confusion and lowered the fire iron seeing that he wasn't really much of a threat.

"Evans?" Freddie let out in uncertainty.

Parker swallowed and quickly back up into the darkness of the room. Freddie could now only see half of his face from where he was standing. "What the hell are you doing here?!" Freddie nearly yelled in frustration. But Parker remained silent, thinking of a way to explain his appearance, which was unusual for him. "This better be good!" Freddie continued completely bewildered by the situation.

It wasn't until Parker stepped out of the shadows of the room that Freddie went speechless himself, before him stood Parker, a deep purple gash to his the temple and eye of his face, fired blood resting beneath the cracks of the broken and impaled skin. There were obscene marks around his necks, reddened and fresh. Freddie took a shocked step back trying to take in the image of the man before him.

"Wha-what the hell is this?" Freddie slipped out between his lips faintly, as the wind in his lungs were drained by the appearance of Evans. "This," Parker began, a serious expression tied to his face. This was no laughing matter. "This is the result of something more powerful than you." He explained abruptly. "This… this is what happens when you don't listen…" Evans shot back. But Freddie frowned pretending to be unfazed. "Y-you need to get the hell out of here—" "Don't you understand Freddie?! I can't!" Parker fought back in defense. "You can't trust anyone anymore, do you hear me?"

"Oh yeah—and I'm gonna believe the guy who broke into my own house!" Freddie fought back raising the fire iron in frustration. "I'm tired of your crap Evans—get the hell out of my house and stay out!" Freddie shouted approaching him as a threat. But Parker remained where he stood. "I'm trying to help you—"

"Well can you not?!" Freddie shot back in complete annoyance. "I don't have time for this game Evans!" He continued shouting. But this only resulted in a mixture of anger and disbelief in Parkers face, the man took another steep forward and now pointed to his broken face with two fingers. "Do you think this, is a game Benson?"

"This, this is not a game." He repeated once more trying to gain a sense of calmness. "Do you think that Adam and his wife dying was a game? Cause If you do my friend, then you're screwed…" He trailed off, but at some point Freddie stopped listening. The mention of his friends death was a completely shock to him. He'd been living in such a twisted and cruel world for the past few weeks he's almost forgotten.

Freddie looked back into Parker's eyes and swallowed hesitantly. "Give me one reason to not call the cops right now," He began. Parker nodded and was about to speak before Freddie curt him off once more. "and don't feed me that "It's not a game" and "You're not safe" crap, give me a real reason." He ended calmly.

Parker gave him another "Okay."

"You and me, we're on the same team here Benson," He began to clarify rather cal my, but the way he said it—so surely—so certain confused Freddie even more than he already was. "I-I don't understand—I don't even know you!" Freddie defended aimlessly.

"Look I don't have time to explain everything, but you need to find S-U-R-I as soon as—" "How do you know about that?"Freddie asked in utter confusion. Last time he recall only a few trusted employers and Adam knew about their program. Parker dropped his serious gaze as he revealed an amused smirk on his face. "Wow, Adam sure kept you secluded," Then it quickly disappeared and the atmosphere in the room tensed once more. "Simple," He started, studying Freddie's emotions carefully. "I helped create it."

I watched it all in my head, perfect sense.

They'll take me from me my bed,

Leave everything that is worth a single cent and just take me instead.

That TV show,

I saw as I feel asleep.

Had me on both my knees,

Praying to whatever is in heaven please send me a felon,

And don't let the police know.

Anything

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This is only part one of two, I just felt like I needed to put something out there so it didn't look like I abandoned this story! Part two this week, promise. (Song used in this chapter: Female Robbery - The Neighbourhood) (which I don't own, obviously.)

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-C